10,063 Words, Bitches!

And I have a FULL TIME JOB! Aww, yeah. I feel like I RULE!

Read 'em and weep, lovers.

Phew.

Well, I wrote something like 5,000 words this morning in two hours.

And since I left the computer, new roommate has been blasting bad hip hop and metal at top volume. I've already asked her about five times in two days to control the volume level and it's not working. I'm not sure how else to address it, but it's driving me nuts. Not only do I not love the music, it is loud as FUCK and I dunno what to do.

I just asked to check my email and turned it off. I feel so much more chill.

I feel like I might not be updating this so often this month--on account of nanowrimo. So I guess if there's nothing here, check out the nanowrimo site.

Mas later!

Better Get Some Writing Done

Tomorrow. I swear--I'm catching up on nanowrimo tomorrow.

I was so tired last night that I went to bed at 9. Crazy! Then, as usual when I go to bed that early, I was up at 3:30. I was awake from 3:30 to 4:30 and at 4:30 I decided to get up. I walked into the kitchen and I was so dizzy-tired that I went back to my bed to lie down. Then I went BACK to sleep until 7.

Last night was good. Right after work, I went and got myself a winter coat. The place I went to (Burlington Coat Factory) was so cheap that I ALSO replaced my vest that I lost in the divorce two years ago. I got a new one that is more modern, that is reversible! and that is black and white. Perfect. And I got a good down winter coat that covers my ass. Very nice. It's black and it has toggle buttons on the front and an inner zippy layer and a high collar to keep me WARM.

Then when I got home, I ate dinner and watched a little tube, cleaned my room, watched more TV, stretched, watched part of two different movies (Chicken Little, Repo Man) and three different shows (that reality dating show with Tila Tequila the bisexual lady, What Not to Wear, and some America's Next Top Model Where Are They Now? thing). Then after I was done stretching, I decided it was time to sleep.

This morning I am going to teach burlesque class number two. We're going to review the skills that we already learned and cover something else. I think I might do panty removal today and bring some lingerie I've never worn. Last week, we did bra removal and it was really fun. Teaching burlesque is hilarious, because you get to break something that you never though of breaking down and turn it into drills. "This is our BRA REMOVAL drill!" "This is our SEXY WALKING drill!"

Then I am going to E's house and we're cleaning and organizing until it's DONE. Yessssss. Then I might go to another gay dance party. Depends on how I feel after cleaning and organizing all day. And for sure, E's going to feed me, so it will depend on how I feel after eating whatever delicious thing she prepares. (Haha. It occurs to me that she might read this before I get there and think to herself, "OH CRAP! I have to FEED her?" Do not stress, E. We will figure it out. I'll call you on my way and you can tell me what you need me to get!)

Oops. I just paused for like 30 minutes because I got lost in my i-Tunes. It happens. I'm trying to remember this song that E gave me that's perfect for a burlesque warm-up, but I only have the vaguest impression of it. I remember which CD it is on, but not what it's called or who sings it. Hahaha.

I FOUND IT. I just clicked back over for a second and I found it. "To Catch a Thief" by Nathaniel Merriweather's Lovage. So good. So sexy and atmospheric. I think that there's another, but I don't have the energy to look for it.

Anyway.

Lunch date was good. She's a nice girl (I do not have a name for her yet...It will evolve) and we had a good time and she emailed me right after thanking me for suggesting the idea. She also paid for lunch, prompting me to make tentative other plans with her (I will have to make you dinner, then!). She agreed. She's nice, she's cute, she's DHE (definitely hot enough) and she is relationship-minded.

Even if nothing happens with her romantically, she is a cool person, I have known her peripherally for ages and she's "into" dorky fun. She actually suggested something I've been DYING to do for years as a fun activity--skating in Millennium Park. I think that if we wind up dating, we're going to be having big dorky fun all the time. And that is great with me--it's about time I dated someone who likes that, too.

Gonna jump, here. I have to go teach in a bit. Mas later, biches.

FKA

No Nanowrimo this morning. I have a new roommate and I fear that the noise of writing for an hour and an half this morning would wake her up.

Last night was pretty fun. I went to the queer dance party called FKA (formerly known as--on account of how it used to be called something else at another bar) with my new friends 'hawk and SJJ. They were good to hang with. They both like to dance and drinking wasn't a huge activity for either one. Very nice. They are my new 'hood friends, because they live near me, unlike almost everyone else in the world.

Last night's theme was "Musicals" (so that every femme could dress like Sally Bowles or Velma Kelley and every butch could be a T-Bird.) and they were playing Little Shop of Horrors on the TV screens. It was crowded and smoky (cough--I'm on the fifth day of not smoking or drinking) but I saw a ton of people and learned some things I didn't know.

First, people I saw:

• Two of the Haterz from the El crew. One dressed as Velma Kelley and one dressed as a T-Bird (yawn).
• The Greek. An adorable girl who is way too young for me, but who I have a terrible crush on anyway.
• A web designer I worked with about 7-8 years ago who was my neighbor then. She didn't recognize me (!) I was attempting to be butch back then. (cough)
  
• The owner of the local feminist sex shoppe slash lady I went to high school with. She asked me to run a class at her shop! We're gonna talk more details soon. Tent. titled "How to Strip for your Lover".
• The ex of my ex who moved across the country to live with some chick he met on the internet. I couldn't place her for the longest time and I was staring and staring and then I realized why she seemed so familiar. I'd seen photos of her at the ex's, she has SUCH a similar stance/expression/style of being in her body, and I realized it when a mutual friend greeted her.
• Mutual friend (aforementioned) with Dixie's Ex and a lovely writer from SmartMouth.
• The Email Dumper. She was there with work friends and was going to try to ignore me when I walked in. I was feeling a little like that was retarded and went and talked to her. It was pleasant.
• The chick I was fucking before the Email Dumper. Oh man, she still smells good.
• The Chickies' roommate and Roommate's GF (who was fucking the Chickies after me but before the BF--He is trans).
• The Almost Famous Crew: They run this queer dance night. I have known them for years. (T-Bird, Something that I Don't Know What She Was, and Slutty Sandy. The best costume of the night, by a mile.)

Things I Learned/Observed:

• The Lip Gloss being poppin', in fact, is in direct proportion to the frequency of re-application. I left mine in the car and it was not, in fact, poppin, which made me sad.
• It is possible to be friendly with an ex and not have it be a big deal to see her and visit for a minute. Am I going to be her BFF? Nope. But it's refreshing to not have drama/tension.
• The owner of said Sex Toy Shoppe and her staff (or people that she talks to about such things) think that I am "conventionally attractive" while still being queer as hell. Thus, I am marketable as a burlesque performer for both the hetero and homo ladies. Still, it was a nice compliment -- "She thinks I'm cuuuuuuuute!"
• It is possible to go out to a queer dance night and not get drunk. I realize that this should be a foregone conclusion, but I've been drinking so much lately that it didn't seem like it could still be fun.
• When you go out to a queer dance night and don't get drunk, you can still wake up fresh for work the next day! Hooray!
• I felt really, really hot last night. My confidence is really high and I think that this bodes well for this round of singledom.
• It is really, really nice to hang out with other single queer ladies in their 30's. SJJ really seems to understands all of the issues I'm dealing with and it's great to have that reflected back and to not have to explain it all.
• It is really fun to hang out with 'hawk. She's sweet and we had a good time eating tacos (I made her dinner for her birthday) and chatting.

That's all the news about last night. In today's news, I have a Big Gay Downtown Luncheon with A-Chick-I-Have-Known-Peripherally-For-Years-
Who-is-Now-Old-Enough-to-Date-But-Whose-Situation-I-Do-Not-Know-So-I-
Am-Investigating-Today.

Also today, working on avoiding the Swiss Bitch. She was such a c*nt yesterday morning that I'm not interested in helping her out anymore. I really can't stand her (she's passive-aggressive and she's not even cute. You can't be not nice and be not cute, also. It's like the unspoken rules of people-who-are-not-cute.) OK, that is unnecessarily mean.

But she is annoying, disorganized and slightly homophobic. There has been nothing overt, but I can just tell she's uncomfortable with me. Especially since I am (as my friend SexShoppe says) conventionally attractive (and also 6' tall in my heels--Much like my Hot Manager, whom I love. We're both tall and thin and in our 30's and hot.). I am sure that totally ruins her ideas about what the Gay Ladies look like. Particularly since she plays softball (!).

All right. Time to go get pretty for work and The Lunch Date. Mas Later, Biches.

Update

1,658 words this morning!

Woo!

See jtnanowrimo.blogspot.com for the beginning.